Well, I spent the weekend watching my boys play 12 basketball games. You would have thought that I played them myself as exhausted as I was..I slept 3 hours yesterday evening and then all night long. Every bone in my body ached and I thought I couldn't take another step.
I watched bits and pieces of my bf's sons games when they were close to my boys game times. His ex was there for the first and believe it or not ????allowed him to play all weekend knowing me and my kids were going to be there.
I stayed away from him and even barely acknowledged my bf when I passed him in the hall. That was weird . It was like we were not even in a relationship...She came to the first game and then stayed away until the LAST game.
His sons last game was at 2:15 yesterday. He was playing our lower jv team which neither of my sons play on. My oldest son sat on the bench with the team as he usually does to "help " coach. The team consisted of many of the kids my youngest son has played with and has spent years with in basketball. I was not going to miss their game because of her.
I was standing with the other parents from our town. Talking and laughing. I cheered for his son even though we were on opposing teams. About 10 minutes into the game I looked to my right and guess who was there????Yes ..she was bold enough to stand with the parents of the kids whom she called trash in December. Only 3 people down from me! I could not believe it! As I stood there I felt my blood pressure rise and was filled with fury and disbelief!
Many thought crossed my mind. She didn't even feel out of place, being the only one to cheer loudly when we lost the ball or missed a shot in about a 20 ft radius. Our schools are very competitive. The other parents KNEW why I was cheering for a player on the opposing side. They laughed and joked...and thought it was a hoot.
As my thoughts raced of things I would love to say such as" Oh look ! It is a thorn amongst our trash....or Oh my we have an opposing parent who might smell from our stench etc etc
The look on her face was absolutely priceless. You could have scraped her chin from the floor. She said My , that is a little up close and personal isn't it?
Needless to say ...nothing was said by her to me or even to her son about the whole thing. Funny thing. She was not going to let him go at all. He stood up to her and told her he was anyway and called my bf to pick him up. When he got to her car, in a public place I might add, she was in the back of the car with him shoving him against the seat and shaking her finger at him , screaming. When she got into the front seat he got out of her car and got into my bf's truck. She let him go. She watched 2 games, the first and last as usual.
She followed us out to our vehicle because she was parked in the row behind us. Funny , she was smiling SO big and pretty watching him play and when we would lose the ball or something. The look on her face coming from the gym was a whole different thing. Hateful ...and mean.
Those poor kids. His son said as she came downstairs to pick him up....Dad , she embarrasses me. I don't want to go with her. Poor kids.
Spaz says stay out of it . It is so hard to do.
I was ill all day from the trauma of being near her and the games this weekend. Sad thing is ...today is my birthday....and it was spent in the bathroom and on the couch. I am feeling better now.
5 more days....VACATION!!!Look out beach HERE I COME. Boy do I need a week of absolutely nothing to do but walk on the beach and play in the water.WOO HOOO!